What a stupid idea, the young Slytherin thought. What a stupid, stupid idea. Clinging onto the letter in his hands, he ran down the halls of Hogwarts, hoping he would be in the Slytherin common room before everyone got back from lunch. Little Draco Malfoy was currently doing his second year at the school for wizardry, Hogwarts. It was that time of the year where the smell of cookie filled up the rooms, snow covering the whole world in white, leaving people with a feeling you couldn't even describe in words. It was the magical night of Christmas. Most of the students went home to celebrate this special day, but Draco was amongst those that preferred to stay within the castle, that actually was really warm during those cold nights. Now, you see, the Malfoy's never made a big deal out of Christmas. There weren't any family times where everyone came together to eat and unwrap the presents. There's never been decoration, not even a Christmas tree. So, obviously, Draco has never written to Santa before. But this year was different. This year the poor little boy had a wish that came deep from his heart and he wanted, just this one time, to be happy too. After writing his wish down, his next mission was to successfully put his letter on the window without anyone noticing. But the voices that kept getting louder signaled him that he, once again, did not carry luck around with him. Ashamedly he ducked his head and walked faster, until he bumped into someone, his letter slipping out of his hands. Without looking up, Draco ran to the dorms where he luckily was alone, and started to cry because now there was no way his wish would ever come true. What he didn't know was that a very certain boy picked up the letter, reading it once he was alone. It said: "Dear Santa. I don't know if you are real or not, father always said you were nothing but a joke, but I think you really exist. I know I haven't been the best, but I have a wish. Santa, my biggest wish would be to have a proper Christmas. I want a tree, cookies, little songs. I don't even care about the presents, I promise. Everyone is always so happy, and I want to be happy too. -Draco" -------- Time has passed ever since and sooner than anyone may have wanted, 8th year came up. The purpose of the 8th year was to come back together as a school and learn what the war forced everyone to miss out on. A lot of people came back, just not many Slytherin's. In fact, Draco was the only 8th year Slytherin student. He isolated himself ever since and no one really got access to him anymore. Most of his time he would spend his days in the room of requirement, where he studied or just thought about stuff. Harry Potter was the one to talk to him first. It was a few hours before Christmas, and Harry wanted to be alone, so he tried entering the room. But once he did, he saw Malfoy on a sofa, looking rather sad. No idea why, but Harry took place next to him. "So...any wishes for Christmas?" Draco shrugged and Harry sighed. And suddenly, he remembered something. "Hey, I still have this." He pulled out the letter, which was pretty damaged but somehow still readable, and Draco looked shocked as he opened it. With a shaky voice he began to read the cursive letters before closing it again, his eyes focused on the ground. "Wait a second, I'll be right back!" As the Gryffindor left, Draco sighed and stared at the paper. Over these years, all he wished for anymore was just one kiss by Harry Potter, because gosh, he was all over heels for this man and he knew he'd never had a chance with him. Harry came back, hiding something behind his back. When he revealed the small object, Draco could have cried. Inside those firm hands was a little box with cookies in it, still smelling like they just came out of the oven. He placed it on the little table in front of them and suddenly a big Christmas tree was forming, with lights and everything. Overwhelmed by all of this, they started to talk and laugh and Draco finally felt like a big part of his heart was coming back to life. It was until Harry stood up that everything was fine. Because Draco stood up as well, and their eyes met, and when they noticed a little noise above their heads, they realized exactly what the room just did. Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter were standing right underneath a mistletoe. "Uhm, see, we could ju-" But before Draco could finish his sentence, Harry grabbed his collar and placed his lips on his, and fuck, they were so smooth and soft and full and tasted like chocolate and sweets. They parted but looked at each other with grins on their face, their eyes shining with life before Harry kissed him again. "Merry Christmas, Draco."
